Sunday, December 24:
Letter from Hans with photographs and remittance for the children. Melancholy. (During my absence her grandmother wrote to Lulu, asking about religious instruction and Hermine?) Prepared the presents, in the evening jubilation around the Christmas tree, but R. is sad because the picture by Lenbach, meant for me, has not arrived; this deeply distresses him; he also feels that the Mannheim treat—his real birthday present for me—had been spoiled. Long and tender conversation till past midnight. Then to bed.